They come half spoken to me through the night and leave just before anything makes any sense.I'm left alone asking the space before daylight arrives what these things mean, as it all just circles within the lightening grey.You were once beside me to stop the shaking but all I have now is your memory to try and hold onto, which is so pale in comparison.I still talk to you every morning and think of things to make you laugh while I wait for the sound of your smile and the feel of you stroking my beard, but that last one never arrives.I just mumble words as they come flooding in and attempt to get them down on a page to make some sort of sense out of them, but its so hard alone, it's so hard, it's so hard trapped inside my room. And I just don't see a way out without you